things i know aren't
worth fighting for,
my braveless hands
will let them go
one of these
windy days.
worth fighting for,
my braveless hands
will let them go
one of these
windy days.
now i'm feeling the loneliness more than usual,
& i've never depended upon depending.
like small doses of affection
have got me thinking, wanting
i really don't believe this is fair
no, it doesn't seem fair.
they're crying on the radio
lamenting the loss of everything,
& everything seems there to be lost.
you can leave me in a line,
but i would never be
so cruel?